The smaller of the women leaned down to help Dorian up and annoyed me further. I watched her try to heft him, but he was too much for her slight weight. The thing about vampires was that we defied all the urban legends. Sure we could day walk with enchantments and our cravings could and did get out of control, but we were denser than mortal human beings. It was a chain tethering us here as a penance for what we had become. It was a means to balance out our strength and superior speed. All supernatural beings had these caveats to equalize the scales. Werewolves carried a distinct odor detectable by all of us. Witches couldn’t consume water without a protection spell which left them out of drinking games much to my chagrin.
I wagged my finger motioning for Colin to bring them forward. I might as well get a peek at what was so interesting about these girls that he broke my cardinal rule to bring them around. I could have been home, holed up in my study moving art like chess pieces around the world instead of here ignore my base desires since meeting Jane.
There was something bright and intense about her like biting into a plump crisp apple full of juice or in this case blood. Yes. My little lamb was the equivalent of a ripe Empire, or sweet like a Gala. Perfectly pink inside. I imagined vividly sinking my teeth into her flesh and letting her essence dribble over my lips.
She must have sensed my hunger for her like a good little lamb. Her heartbeat thundered and my eyes zeroed in on her thin skin pulsing over her delicate vein. She stepped back as my fangs descended on instinct. I was long past the adolescence of vampire youth where my mouth ached and my skin tightened into a ghoulish silhouette.
I’d wage war on her neckline if I could with menacing bites and not a care in the world. A wave of desire stirred my cock and my dick was close to getting a zipper scar from my suit pants. I looked at Colin with a feral glance. “Get them out of here.”
He nodded and pushed the girls back through the doorway. One protested until he grabbed her arm and compelled her to leave. The other, mine, stood still her chest heaving, hands clutching her neck as if she wore pearls. Silly girl. Colin gave her a shake and tugged her away out of my clutches and down to a lower floor of the club. He’d let her dance until she got tired and realized she wasn’t getting anywhere near the VIP section tonight. I don’t know where she stood in more danger. Here inside the club or outside. I told her to stay away. Her desire to continue to defy me and push back on my compulsion was frustrating. I’d make sure she had her little bit of fun supervised by Colin and then at the end of the night, I’d have John drive her home again.
Why did I have to save her that night and get taste of ambrosia to taunt me?
9 The nerve of some guys.
JANE
I watched the man sitting on a throne looking like a careless prince surveying his kingdom inside the club. Bodies gyrated around him. He seemed bored, and I took the drink my roommate handed me, taking a sip of the bitter alcohol. It heated my throat, and I stuffed a cough back behind my hand. I didn’t want to embarrass myself this early in the evening.
Come to me little lamb.
I heard the voice and spun myself around confused. Surely, I wasn’t drunk, I didn’t even feel tipsy yet. I heard the voice repeat itself and pushed the crazy thought out of my head. I felt it push back and I ignored it. I’d have a headache by the end of the night, but nothing a few more drinks couldn’t cure. If I was blasted out my mind then maybe this wasn’t real at all.
Oh lamb, you know that’s not true. I won’t let you get that far gone.
“Stop it! Get out of my head.” I shouted over the music.
He already had his bouncer try to get us kicked out, but this time I wasn’t having it. I was staying and damn him for trying. I didn’t know where this reckless side of me came from, but I embraced her.
I came here for a good time and I was going to have it even if he didn’t like it.
I made eye contact with the devil again and this time he beckoned me to come closer.
10
Honey, he’s not a prince.
BASH
I couldn’t believe she pushed me out of her mind. I pushed back and felt her resistance. She was psychic, but probably didn’t even know it. Witchy woman. I wanted her even more. I could have removed her clothing as she stood at the bar. An old parlor trick that amused the club patrons when I chose a woman for the evening to pleasure me as much as I would pleasure her. It was fun, sexy, and worth it to see her expression change from one of shock and surprise to pure need when she realized it was me who beckoned her to my side.
However, Jane wasn’t that sort of girl and I had no wish for her take my joke as humiliation.
I let her drink more than her fair share before I got off my ass and approached her. She weaved, but held her ground. I caged her in with my arms.
“You don’t listen very well do you little lamb?” My breath was cold against her skin, I’d been feeding off hot little human bodies, but none, not even my two previous longtime lovers came close to what I felt for her.
“Who are you?” She cocked her head asked for more than my name. This woman
